Poems on the topic: finger

Poems on the topic “finger” on Poets.by.

DreamyDave Bonta

Indicator Light

Light-emitting diode, baleful regardless of color, our passport to a firefly future of light without heat: how it glows in the darkness, like the wood-rot fungus known as foxfire. I reach for it & startle at the apparition of my finger— clearly the finger of an alien from some planet with a distant sun & too many moons.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Knob

Finite snail evolved from a peg, all twist & no spiral, turning neither inward nor upward: here’s a key to our egalitarian metaphysics. The knob involves us in the machine’s unfinished business, it turns us into connoisseurs of the abstract. And hell, it’s fun to roll things between the fingers— they were made for this. The caveman in me says smash it & suck out the marrow. The Medieval peasant says splash it with holy water to drive out the small devil whose millstone it must be.
RomanticDave Bonta

Digital

Each finger burrows into its own sleep. One or two twitch but the thumb lies still as an anchor. Come morning, those that dreamed will blossom; the others will leaf out. And I who kept them warm will rise like rain in a tall tale & take root in a cloud of your breath, so soft, so sea-worthy.
DreamyChristine La Belle

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you will come today tomorrow I hold a wet finger to the wind
DreamyFrank Marshall Davis

April Night

Fingers Fingers Hundreds of fingers Black Clutching— Leafless branches of trees Projected against A blue-gray sky. Fingers grasp At the silver-spun dress Of the moon-goddess As she lazily passes Leafless branches of April trees.

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